Eleonora Stol (1946-2022) - Bedroom





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Eleonora Stol (1946–2022) created the mixed-media work Bedroom on canvas (100 × 100 cm) from the 1970s, hand-signed, in good condition, originating from the Netherlands and sold by Galerie.
Description from the seller
A beautiful piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vibrant and leap off the work. It is mixed media on canvas. Eleonora uses a variety of materials such as acrylic, pencil, and oil paint. 100 x 100 cm
The work is delivered unstretched. The shipping costs are based on delivery without a stretcher. If you wish the work stretched on a stretcher, this can be arranged after the auction at the corresponding cost.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis to our technologically impeccable world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vibrant colors, full of life and light. It is possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the fiddle with its cricket over the strings of gray roads in the roaring wind. I transform the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to decorate the skin of my coy nymphs. From time to time I marvel at my delicate charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, drawing as I travel deeper into the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen to how they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with challenging arabesques, voluptuous clouds dancing in pink lingerie under a paper moon of invented candlelight where love dries on an Eau de Vie de Mirabelle on a clothesline at nipple height, accompanied by the loud claps of round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world; with paint the liberal lumps of chalk color on astonished brushes balancing in my hand. I take the risk of slips, extravagant scratches and contours, blotchy mascaras and scars from the occasionally sadly wrinkled canvas, but it is a shout, an explosion; I open my dream case and its compass directs blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes into my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its confusing map of the soul that shapes the souls. Art with a capital A should not be on the cutting board of stylized gentlemen and frowning psychologists. With me the Sun and the Moon shine as accessories on voluptuous chandeliers hanging from a rainbow'
Seller's Story
A beautiful piece by Eleonora Stol. The colors are so vibrant and leap off the work. It is mixed media on canvas. Eleonora uses a variety of materials such as acrylic, pencil, and oil paint. 100 x 100 cm
The work is delivered unstretched. The shipping costs are based on delivery without a stretcher. If you wish the work stretched on a stretcher, this can be arranged after the auction at the corresponding cost.
Eleonora's way of communicating is a sharp antithesis to our technologically impeccable world. Passion is the main theme of her work, which she develops with her vibrant colors, full of life and light. It is possible to read love letters in her paintings.
About Eleonora Stol, also known as ‘La Roja’
'Let death play the fiddle with its cricket over the strings of gray roads in the roaring wind. I transform the cold wind into Spanish fans.
A wink to the white doves to give their cheerful feathers to decorate the skin of my coy nymphs. From time to time I marvel at my delicate charcoal along my contours and go with a butterfly on my walking stick, drawing as I travel deeper into the ultramarine feast. There I tie red ribbons to harden cold granite and then listen to how they breathe by singing.
I read you aloud, but without acronyms I paint with challenging arabesques, voluptuous clouds dancing in pink lingerie under a paper moon of invented candlelight where love dries on an Eau de Vie de Mirabelle on a clothesline at nipple height, accompanied by the loud claps of round knees.
With my pictorial eagerness I experience a restless world; with paint the liberal lumps of chalk color on astonished brushes balancing in my hand. I take the risk of slips, extravagant scratches and contours, blotchy mascaras and scars from the occasionally sadly wrinkled canvas, but it is a shout, an explosion; I open my dream case and its compass directs blobs and chalks and the impossible strokes into my tuft of paint. As I hope, ending in beauty.
Here art theory makes no sense, with its confusing map of the soul that shapes the souls. Art with a capital A should not be on the cutting board of stylized gentlemen and frowning psychologists. With me the Sun and the Moon shine as accessories on voluptuous chandeliers hanging from a rainbow'

